Comparisons are odious

This afternoon, I was idly flicking through the TV channels when I happened to come across a programme called "Competitive Teenager". This featured an adolescent wearign a bright yellow track suit and sporting lots of curly hair. Said youth went into a cafe, sat next to an old lady and decided that whoever drank their drink first would WIN. Of course the youth "won" and celebrated in the way young people do these days.